Feeling a bit exasperated that these three new patients had been talking about him like he wasn't able to hear them, Clark sighed: "I really doubt I'm whoever you guys are talking about."

At least one of them was making an effort to address him directly. Clark returned the smile - sorta - and wondered if he'd have to prevent all three from entering the doors. It seemed to him the best idea would be to just lock the sun room doors (or just make a lock, or weld them shut), but it wasn't exactly something he could do with an audience. For all he knew, maybe they weren't even going inside, but there was no way to find out aside from doing the old-fashioned thing and having a conversation with him, seeing as telepathy didn't appear to be one of his talents.

"I'm Clark," Clark said. He glanced from patient to patient, trying not to stare at the one with the big nose. "Who're you guys?"